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A sea echoes softly
it's echoes through your mind,
you thinking of tomorrow
and the life you behind.
Come your head to face the
wind that fills sails,
and drives you to destiny
as silent wail.
A sad lament for
in the hand of fate,
your future stands upon the
your drowns in the wake.
What chance is for sanity
when madness the helm,
and steers you on a
spiral to his lonely
the night-sky- seagulls fly
and in the play,
Yet even angels stoop and
nothing up they say.
There are far more sinister
that haunt the air,
the serenade a warning
telling
"Beware- the upon the water
are like in your mind,
and the shadows cast by
show the you may find.
As rivers flow because they
that they must join the
you will be carried on to
meet destiny."
Do Dark Dream Of Nightmares?
Standing on a strange
this coastline,
it offers comfort.
Very little more the sky
for a
the for my bed.
THE OF WYRD:
"Thethreads upon the loom of
have foreordained coming here,
so weep not of mankind
dry worthless puppet-tears."
questions-
how play on my mind,
now that is falling and
still there's no of my guide.
I have been betrayed-
they have me to die,
or still at this moment he lies-
an unwitting victim by attacked,
left and dead with a knife
in his back.
Childhood terrors to me now,
from the stench of fear in
the on my brow.
and despair are to me
and kin,
seduced slumber-
my begins.

"Welcome - to my domain,
I have been my time.
and waiting -
but now you are mine.
Weaving the web entwines you,
like a you play on the end
of your 'till the end of
days."
Daylight flees as night chase
I'm held in dank embrace,
I smother in his cold -
the sum of all my worthlessness.
I have been to thank the Lord
for all He will send,
but if death should come to me -
must I greet him as a
Now I see that this is
a test of my -
has God me?
When maddness sings his a
nightmare filled with unknown -
to aspersion on my sanity.
Faith starts to in
a torn apart,
my thoughts move in time
the of my heart
A creature of
I make prey,
cross faith and fire
at bay the beast that
me -
the end near.
My keeps no secrets -
he what I fear.
Flying so on the wings
of a dream,
over and forest -
river and stream.
While the creatures feed
off the doubts I
await my arrival with intent.

"Welcome - to my domain,
I have been my time.
and waiting -
but now you are mine.
Weaving the web that you,
a puppet you play on the end
of your 'till the end of
days."
So in twilight world that
lies life and death I dream,
and in fitful slumber no-one
hears mjy screams.
Except the horses head that
black and lifeless eyes,
atop its glaring as it mocks
my cries.
Now I see this quest is
a test of my -
has God me?
When sings his lullaby a
nightmare filled with unknown -
to aspersion on my sanity.

form surround me
casting in the night,
I feel their upon me-
catch their in the light.
hunters come
to prey my fears -
as peals of psycopathic
in my ears.
Startled I waken my
sleep,
though fearful and
I to my feet.
Still my taunt me -
ghosts they appear,
forever to haunt me
draws near.

"Welcome - to my domain,
I have been my time.
and waiting -
but now you are mine.
Weaving the web entwines you,
a puppet you play on the end
of strings 'till the end of
days."
Then from the terrors
at the night I leave,
the remenants of reality
me the trees.
Waking in the of dawn I
pray that God send -
his now to guide me
through this night-time end.
Now I see this quest is
a of my fidelity-
Has God me?
When sings his lullaby a
filled with unknown things -
to cast on my sanity.